No Threat

Got a window washer's head

For an unmakeable bed

For loneliness

The past is no place to-

Rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at your sides

Your face a campaign debt reflected sky

You die to your fans one window at a time, that's right

Got a window washer's eye

For an untuckable sky

For lonely design

The past is no place to-

Try but I'll get my mind's armies moving at full stride

They're singing in one voice, preoccupied

And with nothing to say I'll sing it bright, that's right

I am here, it's only me

I ain't freed nobody yet

It's just me, I'll just be a sec

I'm a cleaner, I'm no threat

No threat, no threat

I'm a reader, I'm no threat

Who sings lonely? Everyone sings lonely

It doesn't sound so bad

Who is free? Everybody's freed

From the tired of being sad, so sad

How will I know? How will I know if I'm helping?

More so, how will she know if I'm helping?

If I'm not in the saddle, I'm nothing, that's right

I am here, it's only me

I ain't freed nobody yet

It's just me, clearing spider webs

I'm a listener, I'm no threat

I am here, failed and failing breath

I'm a listener, I'm no threat

No threat, no threat

I'm a watcher, I'm no threat

No threat

(I am a Beatles fan)